My memory stores not trivia,
but mental processes to find.

All the essential information,
that keeps me vibrant and alive.

And doesn't clog my brain,
with memorization so blind.

Processing all my thoughts,
into action to be taken.

Resting occasionally to,
let thoughts no longer awaken.

And then, determined,
start thinking once again.

To accomplish a goal,
perhaps, flesh out a dream.

Always trying to clarify reality,
rather than the supposedly, unseen.

My spirit is always positive,
and tries not to be unkind.

I do not ponder ethereal questions,
their far out reasoning not of mind.

My spirit comes from no other source,
than what is within my reasonable find.

I do not follow shooting stars,
their light always fizzles out.

My spirit is the light of my life,
extinguished when I die.

Why I am living this life to its fullest,
in case you are wondering, Why?